northjosephine:
being the owner of a florist shop, it was sad to see the occasions the most flowers were bought during. while there were a few customers that strolled in for dates & anniversary’s, she knew it was time for grieving, or a funeral when multiple people stopped in on one day. and while it meant business, she just couldn’t stand to know another innocent person was murdered. tending to a few of her iris’ out front of her shop, she let out a small gasp as she heard someone behind her. “ oh i’m so sorry.. just.. a little on edge. “
it was comical really. the florist’s was full of colour.. full of life. and then there was dallas, head to toe in black.. leather jacket, leather pants, maroon doc martens. skin coated in ink, that serpent tattoo wrapped around their arm. such contrast between the two was enough to make anyone laugh. spotting the familiar face, their hands sinking to pocket. “what’s got you on edge?” they asked curiously, glancing around. “thought you got all that stress out last night.” they teased. “really... talk to me, love.. you okay?” dallas asked, inked hand reaching out to brush down her arm. it was a casual thing. but now and again, they found themselves genuinely caring. that shit was scary.













